Writing with the Father: February 2018

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Letting Go

Come Holy Spirit!

Bind up the tendrils

of doubt,

twist them

into braids

of faith

Come Holy Spirit!

Take away the

ache of

shortcomings, and

heal them with

a Holy band-aid of

God’s grace.

Come Holy Spirit

Create in us

a pure heart.

Give us courage

to proclaim

His Majesty

and the wisdom

to selflessly step

aside, and let

the great Jehovah

have control.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

My Brother's Visit

In a dream

of tangled clouds,

I chase you,

running

in and out of sunbeams.

Frightened

and unsure,

I call your name.

You laugh;

hide yourself

in the shadows,

I catch up;

you disappear.

Lingering

on the perimeter

of wakefulness,

I wait, and

hold my breath.

You turn

blow kisses,

and in a flash--

you're gone. Warmth

and joy vanish,

and I am left dangling

on the edge.

—Nells Wasilewski

Published Poetry Quarterly Summer 2017

Lunch in the Garden

I invited a special friend for lunch today. I had an extremely hard time deciding where we should meet. After careful consideration, I decided on my garden.

It's a lovely day with a warm spring breeze. The bright sun and cornflower sky create their own picture of perfection. A burst of scent floats on the air and tickles the nose with God's fragrance. A bench, in the middle of the garden, surrounded by riotously blooming flowers, in beds and pots, is the spot I choose. I have a nice pot of green tea steeping and cucumber sandwiches waiting. I want everything to be just right. After spending more time than usual on my appearance, I am ready to meet my friend for lunch.

I walk into the garden with great anticipation, because I know He is waiting for me. I can feel His presence. I smile and He smiles back. I sit down with Him and pour tea. I open my Bible and our lunch begins.

Psalm 119:103 King James Version (KJV)

How sweet are thy words unto my taste! Yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!